Well, I had to drive the Ferrari to work today - but that's getting ahead
of things - here's the story (not a huge one but it will have to do for
now).

You see, I've been losing air out of the left rear tire. In fact,
it was leaking air when I bought the thing but it was kind of a once a
week or even two week thing. Nothing to get excited over. I had meant to
take it in but it wasn't a major problem so I waited. Then the air started
leaking out a little quicker. Kind of an every couple of days thing. I
had a little air pump I kept in the trunk so I was kind of in the habit
of pumping it up more regularly. Finally fed up with it I thought "why
not just pop it off during my lunch hour and drop it at Les Schwab's which
is like a block away from work?" So I get home, eat the peanut butter and
jelly sandwich I'd forgotten on the counter, put on a work sweatshirt and
headed for the garage.

I was glad that I'd cleaned the jack kit and used this opportunity to
use it. Jack under, turn the crank, loosen the lugs, jack up more, take
off wheel - no problem. Five minutes in and out. I wash my hands, throw
the tire in the Suburban and get ready to go back to work. I jump in, turn
the key and rattle, clackety, whir. Sounded like the starter was done but
it could be battery. I don't know. Now do I put the Ferrari wheel back
on or use the spare? If I put the same wheel on I'll have to leave the
car - Hmmm - easy decision. Get the spare out - mount it, drop the car,
put the other wheel where the spare goes and guess what? There's a difference
between a 60 series and a 70 series tire. It goes in but I have to push
to get it in and it still isn't in all the way. The bonnet doesn't quite
close so I just leave it up a little bit and head off.

At Les Schwab's the guy is obviously impressed. He has to help me out
as it is wedged in now. I ask if he wants me to leave my name or anything.
"No, I'll remember." I guess it will be the only Ferrari wheel he sees
today. I stopped by after work and he can't find it at first but then he
comes with it. "Do I owe anything?" "No, no charge." I get home, put it
on and ready to roll. Now I have to drive it... oh darn!